Page 88 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Starbucks.”

“Ooh, I’ll have a caramel latte then, please. Thanks, Alex.”

I buy her a first-class plane ticket and get yelled at. He offers to buy her a four-dollar cup of coffee—that I’ll actually pay for—and she’s all please and thank you.

Honestly, I don’t understand women.

“Black coffee, Vaughn?” he asks me.

“Yeah.” I sigh. “And one of those toffee cookies.”

“A Toffeedoodle?”

“Ooh, I’ll have one of those, too,” Charly says.

“Got it. See you in ten.”

We both watch him leave. Then, Charly turns back to me, her face like thunder.

Seems her happy moment left with Alex. Great.

“Pins…I thought you’d be happy about the ticket.” I get to my feet, walking toward her.

“It was a nice thing to do—”

“I’m a nice guy.”

“But it was also dumb.”

“Hey!” I frown. “Go easy there, Pins. My ego is fragile. I wound easily, you know.” I slap a hand to my chest.

Her lips crack into a smile. But she’s soon back to scowling at me. “Did you even think when you booked the ticket?”

“I didn’t book it. I had the studio do it.”

“Yeah, and nothing says we’re sleeping together like a first-class plane ticket on your flight.”

Oh, yeah. She has a point there.

“Do you want people to know we’re sleeping together?” she asks.

“Maybe I do.”

What?

Her eyes widen with surprise. Honestly, I’m a little surprised myself.

I didn’t know I was there yet.

But…maybe I am.

Is that why I had her ticket changed?

“Vaughn…” She swallows, moving closer to me.

I watch her closely. Her eyes…something in them isn’t sitting right with me.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? Because I thought you wanted the focus to be on the movie right now. Not your sex life.”